Heart's Melody (girlxgirl)

Chapter 33: Sepia Tones

How the crazy situation stitch my head back together? I haven't got a clue. I never understood it before.They say that 'only a lover can wound so deep'. I've concluded that they surely don't damn know what they're fucking talking about.

Clarisse's POV

After all, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me? A girl and a broken hearted soul. I should be grateful because after all the tragic pains from a love I've dearly lost and from one I can never have. I can't be more weaker, more exposed and shallow. That I thought, yet the moment my eyes landed back on her gorgeous emerald pools? the jack and coke I consumed beat me to the truth that I wasn't done with everything! Most of all, not over her.

I inhaled in strings of heavy breathe, I silently chant through disappointments I've kept inside.

I am a warrior. I began reminding myself, yet unlike men of every war? She never takes off her armour once in a while. Ounces of the woman underneath is never visible as I then made sure and works hard to cover it up, hide her true self from everyone's naked eyes except with her.

I felt Amber's face within my grasps. Her soft lips at the pad of my thumb. I wonder will I ever be over her? God... She's all I have left and all I've ever wanted! I reached up and pulled her face to closed the distance between our lips.

Amber mildly shook her head, just like the last time. Her gentle touch removing my hands to release herself. I closed my eyes and bit my inner cheek in defeat.

I faced palmed brushing my hair up in controlling manner in attempt to pull myself all together and redeem my lost self back. However my mind cycles through emotions faster than a kid flipping, television channels. After the reboot from a series of selfless righteous reminder, picking all broken shards I've been through nearly five years had passed.

I thought that I've completely learned to master the art of holding back. As I've gone from level to rocky - fighting a mixture of competing emotions which I should have overcome, like how young children were taught to sleep each nights within lights off. I should be...

(Flashbacks not more than five years ago...
Clarisse has been pacing back and fort within grand Carnegie Hall's corridor.)

The nervous gut wrenching shrills I had been feeling the whole afternoon not receiving any reply from my sister's whereabouts. It had worsened when I didn't caught sight of Sophia whom usually arrive so early before her. The older one went to picked up both of their parents and Sir Andrew at the airport with her brand new ride. It was a recovery present, a luxurious latest edition of a red bugatti veyron which their father's younger brother gave. I opted to let my sister go alone since the vehicle's a four seater ride. Sophia plans to surprised her girlfriend with everybody's presence for the solo pianist's most awaited home concert. It had been a long time since they were gathered altogether. Clarisse closed her eyes, she couldn't believe that it'll be the concert pianist's last.

Two giant red doors were hastily opened; I've never been eager to see private investigator Gilbourne at that very moment. I've been trying to call him since the man arrived along with our parents at the airport. However the absolute distraught look that was plastered on the investigator's usual calm facade made my stomach churned up. Never have I thought that undergoing sudden pains of hell was that possible.That damn sudden hollowness flashing my entirety when he broke the ill fated news of my parents accident, both meeting their demise, was like pulling the life out in me.

I was shaking my head in denial while tears streams down my cheeks. He later mentioned Sir Andrew's state, Amber's father, whose still fighting for his life.